Authors Note: Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and read that I had over 50 reviews. My heart expanded more than the Grinch's did in that movie! I'm ecstatic that you all seem to have a favorite chapter and you keep reading! So I'll try to update as fast as I can! The song in this chapter is "The Violet Hour" by Sea Wolf. Once again, check it out. Without further ado: I don't own Glee, so stop bugging me about it!

Kurt stood in front of his little closet in Dave's room and was almost positive he was having a panic attack. What else could be the answer to the fact that there was not one outfit acceptable for his date with Dave tonight? He grumbled slightly as he pulled out four different pairs of jeans that all looked exactly the same.

Who even went on a date with the person they were rooming with? Is he supposed to make Dave go wait outside and then knock on the door of his own house to pick Kurt up? He sighed softly before flopping face first on the bed and trying not to throw a temper tantrum.

"I didn't know you despised dating me this much to ransack our room?" Dave laughed from the doorway; Kurt simply raised his hand and flipped him off.

"What are you doing, Kurt?"

"Trrrng trr fring an oopmfit frrrs ooonight."

"What?"

Kurt say up and glared at him. "Trying to find an outfit for tonight." He huffed before flopping down once again. Dave gave a soft chuckle before sitting down next to him.

"You know I don't care, right? What's wrong with what you have on?"

"These are my pajamas!" Kurt exclaimed, as if Dave just asked him to go streaking through the halls of McKinley on the first day of school.

Dave shrugged and Kurt just huffed before sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest. "How does this work, Dave?" he finally sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"We're just so different! So wrong for each other."

"I think we go pretty well together. So does the rest of my family."

Kurt gaped at him for a moment before sighing and shaking his head.

"Kurt, what mold are you trying to fit yourself into?" Dave finally sighed. Kurt glared at him, crossing his arms even tighter.

" I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. You've been trying the entire time to put up this whole ice queen act and work yourself to perfection. But none of that matters, Kurt!" Dave spoke, placing his hand on Kurt's knee. "Just be yourself. Walk around the house in sweatpants; scream at the television instead of trying to act like you're not interested. Because even though you have to hold your head so high outside, here you can just let your guard down."

Kurt looked at him, biting down on his quivering lip. "What if I let my guard down and I can't put it back up."

"You have me, don't you?"

Kurt looked at him for a moment, shaking his head. "You really are bipolar, aren't you?" he chuckled, watching the jock stand up and walk towards the door.

"You caught me."

"You say come touch me but you're always out of reach. In the dark you tell me of a flower that only blooms in the violet hour. Your arms are lovely, yellow and rose. Your back's a meadow covered in snow."Kurt raised his eyebrows as he walked down the stairs to meet Dave, who was singing to himself as he lay on the couch, waiting for his date. He could hear the other male singing from downstairs; something he didn't get to hear often.

"You totally stole my Sea Wolf CD!" Kurt exclaimed as he bounded down the stairs. Dave turned a slight crimson and shook his head.

"Did not!"

"Then why isn't it with the rest of my collection?"

"Because you put it in my truck in the glove compartment with the rest of your stuff!" Dave laughed as the two of them walked out of the house and getting into the truck, continuing their banter.

"I'm telling you, check the glove box." Dave laughed as they both put on their seatbelts.

"I don't need to! Because I know the last place I left it was in its case on the shelf! And you took it and listened to it because you like them!"

"Oh for the love of God! Kurt! Open the frigging glove box!"

Kurt huffed and opened the glove compartment in front of him, his mouth falling open a tiny bit. In the compartment lay a small bouquet of violets. He gingerly took them out and smiled, smelling their sweet scent before looking over at Dave. "You didn't have to." He whispered.

Dave grinned back at him as he wrapped his arm around the small boy. "I know."

It was silent as they drove before Kurt looked back up. "You got me violets." He stated.

"I know, Kurt. Are you broken or something?"

"No, I'm not broken. How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That they're my favorite."

"I saw you looking at them in the grocery store the other day and you had this really creepy but happy smile on your face."

Kurt blushed softly but gripped the flowers happily. "They were my mom's favorite." He spoke after a few minutes.

"And now they're yours." Dave smiled, squeezing his shoulder once.

"And now they're ours." He smiled back.

It was definitely different having dinner with Karofsky somewhere other than the kitchen table with Paul, or in front of the television with the newest video game. He couldn't help but smile shyly across the table, trying to avoid the awkwardness of it all.

"Alright, what's your favorite movie?"

"Wicked."

"That's a musical."

"I don't care what it is. It's still my favorite movie."

"Do they even have it on DVD?"

"Blaine got me a copy of the Broadway recording."

David flinched noticeably and Kurt shook his head quickly. "Not that Blaine and I are dating or anything! He just got it for me for a Christmas present." He sputtered, wondering why he was so afraid of Dave assuming they were dating.

Dave chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Calm down, Hummel." Kurt scowled from behind his pasta, twirling it on his fork as he looked back up.

"What about you, what's your favorite movie?"

"Fight Club."

"Why didn't I guess that one?" Kurt mumbled with a small smile. "We're really different, aren't we Dave?"

"Yeah, but it works."

Kurt smiled, twirling his pasta once more before taking a bite. "Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Kurt was silent for a moment before finally looking back up at the jock with a small smile.

"Hey Dave?

"Yeah, Kurt?"

"Whatever did happen to my Sea Wolf CD?"